And I am not going to set
My eyes on you, on your beauty
That is divine and flawless
And I am not going to dream
About you and about the flowers
That hang from your dark tress
And I am not much interested
On your smile and won't wait for
One when you pass my gate
And I will not write any more
Love letter and send you in books
As your love is not in my fate
And I am not going to write
A poem about your beauty when
You come out to stroll in the morn
And my pen spills words of pain
As in this time of old age from
My weak heart romance is gone
You are great dear AKP. It seems that you have attained the stage of an ascetic. It's. The case with everybody who looks forward to high resonance from celestial realm
Thanks very much dear Sir for such an awesome review of my poem. Regards.
A stage in one's life although the season of love may come again unexpectedly.Very beautifully penned.
Lovely poem on changing ways of life and emotions. I believe love runs under the ice of old age like water runs under ice- in tranquility
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A deeply poignant poem so well expressed.Sometimes love brings us pains and sadness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem my friend